Smokin’ a Butt


Smokin’ a Butt
	Pack it, pack it, packin’ that pack The box so sharp in its cellophane The edges so clear, the corners so sharp. "Pull", the legend says, The flimsy exoskeleton flies away. Open it, open it, openin’ that pack The final obstacle has been cleared. Sitting in rows, three in all The purest white circles Six Seven Six Snuggled tightly in their rectangular prison A single solitary cylinder is finally drawn. Put me to your lips. Hold me, the best is yet to come Got a light? A match? Some flame? Scratch - ffffFFFFIRE! Yes! Touch me. Pull, pull hard! Pull deep! Life giving flame Ignites the glowing red ember Thin wisps of smoke Pour upwards. Take a drag Inhale... It never felt so good.












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